Prowl had finished his shift in security, passing those responsibilities onto Ultra Magnus before heading towards the party. He could hear the sounds of celebration from up in security. Not trusting the twins to have not spiked the punch, he grabbed a cube from his own habsuite before heading to the rec-room. When he finally pushed the blast doors open, the noise felt like a punch to the face.
Disoriented, it took a moment for Prowl to focus on room.
He tried to search for Devcon, the reason he told himself that he was at this party in the first place, when his eyes caught the sight of Jazz on the dance floor.
Objectively, Prowl had always known that Jazz was attractive. With his large black and white chest plate, the paint highlighting how it curved into his wide hips, the fact was undeniable.
But now it was all Prowl's battle computer could focus on. The noise faded to silence as he stared at how Jazz writhed across the dance floor. The spy's moves that had everyone else also staring at those curves. Prowl felt an irrational surge of anger every time Jazz would swing or grind into someone else. At the same time, Prowl's processor kept feeding him an endless supply of what he could do if his hands were touching the head of spec ops right now.
Distracted, Prowl didn't notice Bluestreak and Bumblebee running over to him until they crashed into him, knocking the cube out his hands and spilling energon all down his front. Prowl turned around, ready to scold the pair only too see that they had already run back to the dance floor where unfortunately his eyes then locked with Jazz.
Prowl froze as the mech sauntered his way over, weaving in-between the wade of mechs like a siren would the ocean.
"You okay there Prowler?" Jazz asked tracing a finger down the trail of energon dripping down his chest. Prowl had never been so grateful for the rec rooms noise so that nobody could hear his heating fans kick in.
"Yes," Prowl said, careful to keep his usually emotionless tone clear. "I simply spilt my drink thanks to the children." He motioned to Bluestreak and Bumblebee who appeared to have challenged the twins to a dance off.
"And here I was thinking it was drool." Jazz drawled, a knowing glint to his visor.
"Oh." Prowl said not sure how else to response at being caught staring.
"At least we've got a good excuse to sneak out of here." Jazz said, his finger trailing even further down Prowl's body. Prowl stepped away before he could go any lower.
"But Optimus-"
"Mate Elita's back. He's not going yo hanging around longer either."
Confused, Prowl glanced over to where Optimus and Elita were standing at the back of the room. On first glance it appeared as though the pair were simply doing their duty as Autobot leaders by surveying the room. Then Elita's servos disappeared from view and a moment later Optimus jumped. Even despite his mask, Prowl could see that he was blushing as red as his armour. Prowl decided that it would he best for him to avert his eyes.
That was when his eyeline caught the sight of Devcon by the turntables and belatedly Prowl remembered his mission objective.
"Someone needs to keep surveillance on Devcon. I do not trust him."
"And you think I do?" Jazz snorted. "Why did you think I invited him here? Easier to keep an eye on him. Plus, I know Blaster ain't going to let him out of his sight."
Prowl turned his attention back to the turntables where Blaster had one hand on the disks and the other wrapped around Devcon's waist.
"Now are you done thinking of excuses," Jazz said, licking the drips of energon from his finger. "Or do I have to drag you out here to fuck my processor out?"
Prowl grabbed Jazz's hand before he could take another lick. He brought the spy's servos up to his lips, wrapping his glossia around a wet finger. Prowl couldn't help the smirk of satisfaction when he heard Jazz's own fans kick in.
He took Jazz's hand out of his mouth, to slip his fingers in between his own.
"I'm done making excuses." Prowl stated.
Jazz grinned, tugging on their intertwined hands to pull them towards the blast doors.
The second the doors closed, Prowl trapped the spy against them. He pressed his hand holding Jazz's above the spy's head whilst the other cupped his jaw.
He then shoved his glossia into the spy's open mouth. The taste of energon tingled on his tongue as they both deepened the kiss.
"Wait," Jazz gasped, when the pair finally took a chance to vent. "Careful of my electro-base."
Prowl leant back, for the first time noticing the instrument strapped across Jazz's back. Prowl took a proper step back, not wanting to damage it again like he had all those months ago. If someone had told Prowl back then how his feelings would change towards the spy, Prowl would have sent them straight to Rung for insanity.
Now Prowl was staring at the spilt energon stained onto the black and white of Jazz's chasis, once again feeling the urge to lick.
"You wanna move this someplace more private?" Jazz asked, taking a step forward so that his chasis brushed against his own.
In lieu of an answer, Prowl kissed him.
A/N: Sorry I didn't finish it on time so I forgot to post a new chapter for my Sunnyblue fic but I will try to update ASAP! Next update should be a new one shot in my Across This New Divide series which will be set during this chapter but from Optimus and Elita's POV so make sure you are subscribed to my ptofile to get notified when I upload that! And if you want to see the art I made for the scene where Prowl is staring at Jazz then check out my tumblr here: minniethemoocherda Xxxxxxx
